“…It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.” A. Bartlett Giamatti
It’s over. What will probably go down in history as the greatest game of baseball ever played has come to an exhausting and most satisfying end. Unfortunately, we must now do without baseball until approximately February 13, when pitchers and catchers begin reporting for spring. That’s something like 102 days – without baseball. There have been years when that has seemed an eternity. Having the Series stretch into November does help, a heck of a lot.
It has been said if you wish to know the heart and soul of America, you must first know baseball. After all..
“…The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again…” W. P. Kinsella
It’s over. Hearts have been broken, and spirits lifted beyond the bonds of this planet, soaring. There is no greater joy than the moment your team finally wins a World Series. For millions of people, who have been deprived of that moment for 108 years, they now know the august and amazing feeling. Even if it is never repeated, it can never be taken from you, ever. I’ve been there, twice.
The World Series is about legend and fate. It is heartbreak and triumph. That moment of victory is the most perfect moment there is. Savor it and cherish it. It is as much about you, as it is a team.